January 2011
23 posts
I probably will never finish this...but heres a...
Caroline awoke with a faint whisper and a quick grab to her hip. It was something unfamiliar to her yet sort of fulfilling; Joshua’s masculine hands caressing her were like her fathers. As unsuitable as it seems for her to compare a family members touch to a alcohol induced sexual experience, it was accurate. His touch was like her fathers, or at least what she could recall of her father....
The Only One I Gotta Ba-ta-da Ba-ta-da
I am your paper doll. I am nothing more than the last cut you made on that meaningless peice of paper. I can look how you want but do I really feel it? or am i nothing more than your toy.
You are the classic example of boy meets girl. I cant sleep because of you. I cant eat because of you. Oh and i cant think because of you. Youve made me sick over and over again
The intermingling of your smile...
I’m really sick of my face. Don’t you sometimes just get tired of seeing your face? I do.
I’m also pretty damn sick of you…and I hope it lasts.
I just read these stupid goals I made that I wanted to accomplish while i was 17… I only sucessfully did 3.5 of them…thats pretty sad.
but typical
Skins just made me even more sexuallly frusterated then I already am.
If Only...
“Fancy the hip rock ‘n roll scene-ster. i wanna be fucked and then rolled over, ‘cause i’m an independant woman of the twentyfirst century; no time for nits, i want sex and abortuary. i read glamour, and the guardian. i like flowers, and i’m hardian. i take cocaine. i don’t give a fuck about her, i want your name. i can get fucked like the best of men; like the...
Now you're just talkin' silly talk
(This is a monologue for my drama buddy that is moderately dumb and moderately plagiarized from another one of my writings but fuck it)
Jane Harland- 32 years old
(Anxious, constantly in motion, overly dramatic)
According to my self-diagnosis I have depression, ADHD, I am overweight, I am bound for arthritis from my constant knuckle cracking, I bruise way to easy, ( side not: too much for...
I’ve never cried over a guy. Honestly, I can’t imagine myself being cable of handing my emotions. I’m too much of a control freak. I’m fascinated by it.
It’s been four years and I still don’t know if I ever loved you. I never cried over you, yet I must of liked you enough to keep strolling back into your warm arms. Maybe you were just comfort, and I trusted...
Lets be Innovative
The world is so twisted, yet oh so sexy.
Howard is married to Jean but is secretly in love with Mary. On occasion Mary and Howard have wild phone sex. Jean can’t stand Howard’s breath, which always smells like cigarettes and vodka. She only has eyes for Josie, who thus far, seems to want nothing to do with women because she desperately wants Lewis, Mary’s husband. She longs for...
